Savage Darkness, Hidden Love
Chapter One
The ground is damp. The cold seeps through her clothes, permeates her skin until she can't stop her teeth from chattering. It takes every effort just to keep her breaths deep and repetitive. Her arms are chained together, as are her feet. Together, each chain is tethered to a master chain on the wall.
He will come for her again. He will come and her time in this world will end. She can feel it. It's common sense really. She tried to escape, back when he only kept her locked in a room. She was free to walk around then. Whereas she was a doll to play with before, now she is a burden. A burden he can't afford to leave alone anymore.
His steps reverberate off the walls. They are slow, calculating, eerie even. The door to her cell opens and she tries to hide against the wall, make herself smaller to appease him.
"I'm sorry."
He laughs, shakes his head sadly, and flicks a finely manicured finger her way. "What was that my dear? I couldn't quite hear you."
"I said I'm sorry." It sounds so loud to her, as if she is screaming in her own ear.
"Mmm. Yes. Sorry might have helped you before. Well, not really. I was always going to kill you. Nothing has changed except…I'm going to kill you a bit earlier than planned. However, there is one more thing I have yet to do that I'm simply dying to try."
If possible, his eyes darken to a blackness she has never seen. The Devil himself could be looking at her, and she would not know the difference.
"No. Please. I'll do anything. I'll be good. I won't try to escape again. I'll do anything. Anything!"
"Yes my pet. I know you will." His smile gleams in the meager light afforded by a lone bulb set in the ceiling.
He smoothly moves a table toward her. Turning, he unhooks her wrists from the master chain and pulls her forward until she is standing.
"Bend over." He doesn't wait for her to move. Rather, he pulls her hair back, making her back arch, and throws her body over the table. The wind is knocked out of her for a moment, and that is all he needs to grab the chains on her wrists and hook them to the table. The chains on her ankles are handled in much the same way, anchored to each side of the bottom of the table. When he is finished, he steps back, admiring her backside put on display for his eyes.
His hands roam up and down her skin, pinching here and there to make her squirm. Her cries are building in crescendo. It makes him even harder. He loves to hear them cry, to see their pain. Especially his Alicia.
"Yes my dear. Just like that. You know how I like it."
She does know how he likes it. She's been his captive for at least a month, longer than anyone he has kept. She's been here since the beginning, before any of the other girls showed up.
"Are you going to be a good girl?"
"Yes."
He smacks her hard across the torso and her thighs.
"Yes…what?"
Alicia closes her eyes tightly.
"Yes, daddy. I'll be a good girl."
He unbuckles his belt and pants with finesse.
"One last time…"